From Divorced Wife To Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

“Evidence? Who will believe a pathetic, unstable wife like you?” The divorce battle was brutal and public. Ronan’s lawyers tried to paint Sarah as an unfit mother who abandoned her duties and had secret affairs. But the photos of bruises, the financial control records, and Shenina’s own innocent statements to the child psychologist turned the tide. After months of hearings, the judge granted Sarah primary custody of Shenina with generous visitation for Ronan. She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets.

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]

he said to her before taking a sip of her coffee, but she only nodded without replying. "So do you mind telling me what happened? As far as I know, marriage is always a question of endurance; there's no marital problem that doesn't have a solution," he said to her. "Well, we would have talked about marital problems if the both of us were really married," she said, and immediately he furrowed his brows at her. "What do you mean by if the both of you were really married?" He asked her while peering into my eyeballs. With that, she started explaining everything to him, including how Xavier faked their marriage,unknowingly turned her into a breeder who would bear a son for him so that he could b

Not only did I get what I was entitled to, but I also received half of all his assets under his name. Staring at the figures in the contract, I was stunned. I never imagined Hector had accumulated so much wealth. I never expected he would give me so much. A large portion of it, I knew, was something Hector could have easily avoided giving me, thanks to his resources and influence. In the end, after two months of intense public drama triggered by a reality show, the divorce was finally settled. The story’s conclusion was simple: I had transformed into a single, billionaire woman. …

If we can learn who he is, then we can salvage some hope of getting the Moon Tears fabric back. I back out of the parking lot and head onto the road with that plan firmly seated in my mind. The first issue would be money. I say it would be, because it would have been. If I had been just Antonia, I would not have dreamt of being able to raise 150,000 dollars in a short while. If I had just been Antonia Finn, I wouldn't have imagined it, even though my husband has more than that. Antonia Finn is the wife of a billionaire, without much to her name except her savings.

"Ooh, are you perhaps scared that she would fall for me and divorce you?" I close my eyes in frustration. "What do you know, Malik?" She already divorced me. "Whatever. I'll ask around, I'm sure others would know," "You should do just that," Alicia's number isn't the easiest thing you can find no matter how powerful or influential you are. It took me a year and a few months into marriage to have access to her phone number. The way she protected herself by building up a strong wall around herself made me conclude she was an Ice Queen without trying to know her.

“I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!” Mother walked over, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she gently patted my back. I could see it in her eyes—she was proud of my stance. And frankly, her earlier question didn’t even matter anymore. There’s no freaking way I’m signing those divorce papers. No way in hell I’ll give Alexa a dime of what I’ve built.